I Want to Pour It Out

I want to pour it out, I want to pour it! Inhaling the scent of my grandchild's glee, I dreamed of blooming, oh, how I longed to be. Yet fate's script seems to bind me tight, Why has my path been shrouded at night? Endlessly entranced by my grandchild’s joy, I hoped for abundance, like a carefree boy. But Allah asks not what we seek or yearn, What we gain or lose is not ours to discern. I’m of the kind that believes in tomorrow, I’ll still find my way, through joy or sorrow. But for now, let my song softly ring, I want to pour it out, I want to pour it!